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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[chasing your crazy sort of twin and stuff is exhausting and worrying, and it's a bit disheartening when He gets away too and is now loose on the streets and things.  So Handy is hoping perhaps the Doctor will return to the Plane or he'll get to talk to someone who has an idea how to handle these things.  For now he is attempting to take a break and he will just be sitting cross legged on the Plane floor, eating a sandwich and playing solitaire with a deck of cards in an attempt to occupy himself.  He's hoping crazy paranoid Doctor's are like watched kettles, and if he stops thinking about it for a bit the Doctor will come to him]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

So what?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

You are obviously in need of distraction. I was inquiring as to why.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[pauses, and then starts looking around for a corkscrew for the wine]

This place, it's absolutely mad sometimes.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her mouth tilts slightly, teasing]

That is hardly new information.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[grins a little, despite himself]

Yeah, well some days are still madder than others.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

That I cannot disagree with.

[she considers him]

You would do well at court.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[actually laughs at that]

Me? You're sure you're not mistaking me for someone else?

[finds a cork screw and starts trying to open the wine]

Believe me, I wouldn't be surprised if you were were.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she carefully unpacks two crystal glasses]

There is something distinct in all of you, should people care to look. Which I do. There is no mistaking you for anyone else.

[she smiles]

You have a great skill for holding a conversation in which nothing is actually said.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure if that was a compliment or an insult. I'm leaning towards insult.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she seems mildly affronted, but only mildly]

It is an extremely useful skill to have.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Is it? Oh, well I'm not sure how useful it is if I don't even know how to properly use it.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

A fair hit.

[she looks to him again, gaze unwavering]

We could always try another approach. You could simply tell me what is bothering you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[finally pours himself some wine, and takes a sip]

Just this place, one of their experiments or something. It should be over soon, I'm sure.

[he plays with the blanket Reinette spread for a moment, then takes another sip of wine, his gaze back on Reinette]

The Doctor, He's got this notion in His head that everyone and everything's been replaced by impostors. He seems to be going out of His mind with it all.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she reaches to pour herself a glass as well, only to stop and replace the bottle at his words. Her features are shadowed with concerned -- she did not know]

His mind? Something is affecting it?

Has anyone attempted to connect with him? I would think that might be the only way to assist him.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, first things first, we need to get Him to stay in one place long enough that we could try to help Him. When I say He's going out of His mind, He really is quite mad with it at the moment. I'm worried He might actually do something to hurt Himself or someone else. I've been trying to track Him down, but, well....not much luck. I figured maybe it's a bit like a watched kettle, if I leave it alone, He might come back here instead.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she listens intently]

Do you no longer call him the Doctor?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What? Yeah, I do. What difference does that make, in the grand scheme of things? Doctor gone mad and you're dwelling on what I choose to call Him.

[he looked down, taking a sip of his wine]

Nevermind, sorry. I - sorry.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she seems to take no offense to his show of temper]

I am deeply worried for the Doctor and I would prefer if you do not imply I am not. But just because he is important, does not mean you cease to be so.

I can show interest in both.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I know, can we just -

[takes another sip, and another sip of wine]

I told you, doesn't that count for anything?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her voice is deceptively quiet]

Can we what?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[quiet and sounding just a bit tired] Not argue. Can we just not argue, please?

[and back to rooting around, his voice a little louder and trying to sound a little cheerier]

How do they fit so much in these things? This basket's bigger on the inside too, isn't it? I always knew the French were like a different species. Very advanced, this.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she seems to consider this]

I did not think we were arguing.

[she watches him navigate the basket]

We merely take advantage of every opportunity.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Maybe we weren't. I'm -

[looks up at her, with a small smile]

Well that seems a useful skill to have.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

We were, we were not. Words seem to get confused between us more often than not.

[she meets his smile and seems to be considering something. She is fully aware this is not the right time, an normally she would be more conscious of it. But she is with the very person that often insists that she thinks too much]

There are other ways by which we might communicate.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[shrugs and laughs a little] I don't even know, probably confusing myself at this point too.

[keeps his smile, although he is noticing that way she is looking at him and he shifts a little under the look, a little confused]

Other ways?